from the need to remember

you may grow taller than the oak
which had witnessed
your steps along the way
that passed through  the
cemetery where
were buried my memories
you do not use that path any longer
you do not have to, you are liberated
from the need to remember
you are free
you can
but see
the red corners of my eyes
not closed for long
why not cover these with your hands
just cover these
for ever
with nothing, any more to see